all of those little things i don't want to share

i know what i want

but it just isn't there



and i lie

yah i lie



we're too tight to tango but not one in the same

apprehension is the answer in this unwilling game



why try

when you can lie



i don't think i can hate myself any worse

still i grow more comfortable with every verse



and i lie

yah i lie



i don't like to chain to smoke

i don't like to think

i never liked acid

and my clothes do not stink

and like an aomeba

in my single cell

as i spread myself thinner

do i choose my hell



when i die

you know i'll lie

still my bed could not grow

to suite all of my needs

now i make my bed

i must follow the deed



so i lie

in it

i lie in it

yah i lie

by ommission

i lie

with your permission

yah i lie

yah i lie

yah i lie

that's the truth